Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“At least give it a kiss while you’re strangling it, darling.” My hand drops from him and goes back to bunching my dress up at my side. It would be really wise to walk out of this room right now and not think about what I just did, but I like a bit of a challenge, and Joey will not defeat me.
“You’re drunk,” I state, realizing I can smell the whiskey on his breath. Had he been drinking all night? I mean, it’s morning now. I slept on the couch and heard him come in, but he didn’t say a word to me as he walked past and kept going. What was he doing up all night after he left me stranded in a sex club?
“Ding, ding, ding. And the prize for the smartest girl in the room goes to you. How would you like your prize, orally, with my fingers, or with my cock?” He puts his back toward me, his smooth ass now on display right in front of me.
And with that, I’m not about to leave without completing this game, so I turn around and take just one step out of the shower, unzip my dress, let it drop to the floor, then step back into the shower, reaching past him toward the soap. He’s turned his head ever so slightly and his eyes scan down my body, assessing me the same way my eyes assessed him. I should shy away—I mean, he’s told me before that I’m too skinny and I’m not his type—but I don’t because the anger is stronger than the shame.
“Did you want to play, darling?” he taunts.
I start washing myself and look up at him. “Play with you? Now that’s a laugh and a half. Who the fuck would want to play with you, darling?”
Don’t look at his cock!
Don’t you dare look at his cock!
Not wanting to give him the impression that this is what I want because is this really what I want? I think that’s the problem. I was figuring out what I wanted and what I needed, then everything just got piled on top, confusing me even more.
With Becca, I was happy, but a small part of me thought this could be a life for me. What a joke that was because life isn’t ever that easy. My life has never been, and it never will be.
“I’ve played nice with you. I’ve been on my best behavior, even after you fucked someone else,” he states. I go to tell him that I was fucking her before I even met him and he knew it, but he holds a finger to my lips, ultimately shutting me up before he continues, “I like to consider myself a fair, nice man, even sensible, but when I’m fucking pushed…” He takes a deep centering breath. “You have pushed me to the edge, not even willing to try. And when you were there, making your sorry attempt, you reverted to someone else. This marriage is going to be the fucking death of me if I don’t kill you first.” His curly hair hangs on his face and his full lips are pressed thin as he glares at me. “Now, I’m going to bed, darling. Do not fucking wake me.”
I don’t say a word as he turns and grabs a towel.
My eyes drop to his ass as he exits the bathroom, not even stopping to dry himself. I hear a door slam shut, and I wonder how the fuck can I get out of this.
NINETEEN
JOEY
Joey
* * *
My head is fucking pounding. I roll over, and the first thing I see is the ring on my finger. Scrubbing my hands down my face, I think to myself, what the fuck? That’s a normal reaction to have after you marry someone you don’t want to marry, right? I mean, let’s be honest, who in this fucking day and age does arranged marriages? Oh, that’s right, my ridiculous family. I understand when it’s for religion, but this little move Keir made was simply for power. My family is all about the power.
“You’re awake.” The ringing in my ears fucking hurts. I pull my hands away from my face and wince when I open my eyes and see Adora standing there, looking happy as can be, dressed in a pair of short cut-off jeans, a white singlet, her hair dead straight, and an unnecessary smile on her face.
When I don’t reply, her smile grows even wider. “Your mother is here.”
“Oh…”
“Yes, and she wants to see the happy couple. Now, I know fuck all about mothers because mine ran away the minute she could and left me with daddy dearest, but yours seems…” She holds up an okay sign with her fingers. “I don’t mind pissing you off, Joey. That, I can deal with. But your mother? Nope! No way. She is currently downstairs cooking us lunch.” She glances at her watch. “Because, you know, you’ve been sleeping for the last six hours.”